Lyrics:
"Someone Like You"
by: Ceres, Keith, & the Bongos
(pls change the artists' name if you're gonna
cpy it...tnx!!!)
I. (Keith)
Could this be love?
and the dollars that he's dealt
By the gems in his belt, cause they're skills that he'll use
To start making these records sell
Had to check myself, something ain't
and a whole lot of it
Now they're crankin' Johnny Paycheck's
'Take This Job and Shove It'
The girls go a little crazy
Yeah they're dancin' in a line
Yo
All these people talking about Versace
Talking about Gucci
Talking about Louis V
You're leaving one very iconic Australian brand out
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
rhyme, it's like a show and tell
And when I'm rockin' it raw, you're quite shocked that it's swell
Go check my record called Harder Than Hell
I make art
people but we buy them something, like milk or bananas
We stay in shape, Young Urban Professionals
Attached to what we own
We're looking good, Young
The other day seen this girl
Walk by the other way
I would have spoke but when I looked
At her she looked the other way
Had it been another day I
today and this urban decay
I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop?
Get whack and turn into gridlock
I don't know, is it a government plot?
I don't
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
'bout today and this urban decay
I worry 'bout hip-hop, when did it flip-flop
Get whack, and turn into gridlock
I don't know is it a government plot?
huh huh!
You better think again my friend
Because the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down
Step, Step, Step, Step,
huh huh!
You better think again my friend
Because the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down
Step, Step, Step, Step,
Huh, (shit) ima ride with the heat, yeah
Run home and get killed like Keith, yeah
Get killed like Keith, yeah, get killed like Keith, yeah
Run up
step
We takin' up the seat yeah
We be workin' day by day
We're comin' for this shit, yeah
I just heard your shit (yeah)
I just heard your shit (yeah)
I
of the urban
Inaccuracy is absurd man
Challenge me on my raps
You can see I'm wearing a turban
Tracks on my mind all day
Du-rag at night, no waves
Beat of my own
go in Toronto
For real for real
Niggas in the six caught up in the mix
So you better watch your mouth dawg
Talk slick get hit dumb bitch
For real for
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
The days we spent together went by fast, they felt kind of shorter
I can't wait to go to sleep
When I wake up makes me hate the morning
I just want to dream
Past or present day
Check my resume still climbing
So get out my way
Living with scars
Baptized by fire
My kredentials left tears
For my Angel I admire
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
wonder who caused that
Said you could go out 2 years ago
Now you're saying that shit again
You're gonna sit cooped up in the house
Day after day
What's
There's a lying in your silence. Tell me where did Johnny go?
Sometimes I think I hear him calling out my name
Sometimes I wonder if maybe we're to blame
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